Nov 2014
The rushing wind
grabs her hair
untangles the braids
ribbons whirl away
free to wander
jerks at the leaves
branches unclothed
trees shiver
left to face the
rushing wind alone.
grabs her hair
untangles the braids
ribbons whirl away
free to wander
jerks at the leaves
branches unclothed
trees shiver
left to face the
rushing wind alone.
Written by
Heather Wilkins
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